It's been a year. A year and 5 days since "you" broke things off.
A year and 5 days since you texted me "we're over" on Snapchat.
I couldn't possibly be doing better than i am right now.
I've been in an amazing relationship for 10 months. He treats me like i'm an actual goddess. God, i love him.
You on the other hand,
you disgust me.
I saw you when i took part in the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo. You tracked me down!
You told my officers i was your girlfriend, so that you could come and see me.
What you didn't expect though, was to see your OTHER ex-girlfriend in the trailer next to me. Her and i are friends. great friends.
You cheated on her with me.
You promised me you broke up with her almost a month before we got together.
you're such a sleaze.
go to hell.
It's been over a year, since i cried my eyes out and wanted to call you back. i wanted you to come crawling back so bad.
But now? If i saw you crawling back? I'd probably kick you in the face.
ya dirty little sleaze.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
